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ananyajiva - extirpate lyrics

[hook: ananyajiva]
i feel no good in hearing
i might extirpate, yeah
it’s a warning sign for you
before we eradicate ya’ll
thinking stupid to meet
the caliber of the greats, yeah
rap game is never yours
we put this barricade on ya

[verse 1: kvg]
a mumble rapper
has a habit to turn rap into a sucking
fa++ot
inhibiting rhymes and poems
reminding me the times
when i used to cry and go home
but rhyming is divine
so you can not fight with god
light up your pot
aj calling, i ain’t picking the phone
cuz ya’ll be dead
when i pick up a pen
and write this song
sucking all the d+cks
man you need mint to get your ass in the zone
half of the world’s going down
i’m gaining laughs and grudges
you packing clips in your bag
and acting like you drake
but you’re nothin’
i’m dissing people everyday cuz i know that sh+t worth it
gaffe to a perfect
alone like a calf in the ocean
after i dismantle your ass and pass to my brother
you frog, the kermit ?
a snitch!, so you probably a serpent
go to mama and cry
and quit rap you vermin
yo daniel gotta a f+nny pack
with lady dress and a faded past
degrading ha+bits
like pa+trick cc tryna explain that
mumble rap sh+t
eh, 13k can’t tell
if those funny faces are real
colored hair or braided
or shave ya head and buy a car
like you’re vin diesel
you’re thrift shop ludacris
more like sims helper
cardi b with auto+tune please somebody help her
and those guys with “lil” prefix they can’t handle
they counting syllable
i’ve been spitting iike i am vandal, entangled
gonna k!ll in the same manner
like saw did in 8 parts
[hook: ananyajiva]
i feel no good in hearing
i might extirpate, yeah
it’s a warning sign for you
before we eradicate ya’ll
thinking stupid to meet
the caliber of the greats, yeah
rap game is never yours
we put this barricade on ya

(let’s go)

[verse 2: ananyajiva]
lyrical shenanigans, copying young travis then
all of you manikins, the inorganic ones
cuz y’all machines & ain’t rapping sons
no different styles, smoking perp & jacking on
the picture of lil yachty & 21 savage though
look at my automatic flow
waka flow can suck my d+ck, it ain’t tragic ho
it’s like quavo, learn how to smack a girl
and adapt a tune
it’s a fantastic warmth, in fact it cause
my cigar to bulb
so cardi b can sit & have a blow (haha)
michelangelo, see my hammer blow
as i cement my name in a slim manner so
i get my acid load in alpha gamma form
i dont need you talking sh+t cuz if you think you’re rocking it then sock it in your f+cking eye before i come front boxing it (speed)
it’s a therapy and it’s dangerous, don’t ya anger us, we’ll bankrupt you in a minute
if you mess with us, exchangeable
for better ones, it includes you too
emiway and the gang of uranians
(unleash the beast)
imma turn you now in corpse
b+tton zip your pants up it ain’t revolt
smoking journalist can’t even show
the f+cking b+lls at the awards
can’t even hold up right
i’ll give 3 tips to ya so now you absorb
when i come to aggressive rhyming
with impressive timing
and my expressive writing
that reminds me that i’m assigning
your +rs+ to dying, cause your music ain’t inspiring, don’t get earl to write for you
that’s finding gold like cole the miner
and i’m so tired of you yanking 5 things
how could it be exciting combining a couple of lines that don’t even rhyme and
those mime things you do (oh) while you driving
do the linings, off for flying, just whining
stop crying sucker i can’t hear words
i mean better get richer or just die trying
(g+ unit)
it ain’t surprising you wear those diamonds
cause kid like things that are shining
and it reminds me that i’m cold finely (icy)
and i ain’t signing off anytime soon
so
now double time when i rhyme this b+tch
like eric wright (eaze)
now the cases of faces ain’t naked
i jason their wasted traces of (rap)
educate some basics like using phrases instead of faeces and naked vegas
girls
tasteless and you phases
abrasive like lil tracy on bennies
nil words on pages good gracious
don’t agitate here is your saviour
who stares the death in its face
with so much of vigour
hold up man stop!

- ananyajiva lyrics

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